Brennan hadn’t appeared once in my tent since I had woken up. Every time someone entered, I thought it would be him, and every time it wasn’t. I had to remind myself I wasn’t disappointed to not see him. That I was angry at him for what he had ordered Lorne to do. And, I was. It hadn’t been right, that examination. And everyone in the world seemed to have acknowledged that except for him.
I shouldn’t want to see him. If he walked in the tent, I should tell him to get out and refuse to ever forgive him. I knew that. And yet…
How was it I felt so wrong not seeing him. I had known him for only a matter of days, and yet he had become a presence I had so easily accepted. Even when I was angry at him, not seeing him felt worse than the anger that still lingered.
My hand moved unconsciously to
